The Day I Learned to Make Couscous in Imsouane

By Almarse Cooking Class

I thought I knew how to steam couscous—until Aissa handed me the real deal. No shortcuts. No bags. Just semolina, hands, water, and patience.

“You’re not cooking couscous,” she said, “you’re waking it up.” And just like that, I understood what this meal really means to Morocco.

I was allowed to fluff. That’s it. Maybe next week, I’ll pour the broth.

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